Looking back at some of my old posts, I’ve realized that a few things haven’t turned out exactly the way I expected them to.
The weather. Has been magnificent. I haven’t worn long sleeves in weeks. The UK is in the middle of what is predicted to be at least a month-long heat wave. Make that “heat wave.” It’s apparently pretty toasty down in London, but here it means we’ve had day after day of temperatures in the 70s, calm breezes, and endless sunshine. People keep telling me that the summer is never like this. I am choosing not to believe them. (I think that global warming could be really good for Scotland.)
The sun is shining, and I have two drying racks full of clothes sitting in my living room right now. The clothes dryer really heats the place up, you know. And there’s proper insulation in buildings here, so even when the outside temperature drops at night, the inside temperature doesn’t drop very much. (And somebody won’t let me open the windows too far overnight because he is afraid that a seagull will fly in. Seriously.)
I haven’t gotten lost in a long time. Days, even.
Playing taiko here felt very strange the first couple of weeks. And I still get nostalgic checking out Tatsumaki Taiko’s performance photos on Facebook. But it’s pretty incredible that I’ve gotten to bang on enormous Japanese drums in two countries that are decidedly not Japan. It’s a nice link between my old and new lives.
I’ve gotten used to the coins. I tend to keep it simple on the bus, since I feel a bit pressured to pay and get all the way up the stairs before the bus starts moving too quickly, but I unload all my very small coins to pay for playgroup. As a bonus, then it feels free (which it is not).
I do miss hot dogs. Also bagels, the agricultural bounty of the Central Valley, and San Francisco-style burritos. On the other hand, here I can get the best strawberries I have ever eaten, macaroni pie (macaroni and cheese in a pie crust), and real Italian salami. And I have a huge bottle of hot sauce in my fridge. So I’m doing okay.